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Matlack smiled, and taking out his pipe, he lighted it and sat down on a rock. "I do believe," he said, "that you are the most out and out hermit of the whole lot; but it won't do, and if you don't get over your objections to cookin' you'll have to walk out of these woods to-morrow." Mrs. Perkenpine sat and looked at her companion a few moments without giving any apparent heed to his remarks.
Sitting on one of these rocks, her back against a tree, her straw hat lying beside her, and her dishevelled hair hanging about her shoulders, was Mrs. Perkenpine, reading a newspaper. At the sound of his footsteps she looked up. "Well, I'll be bound!" she said. "If I'd crawl into a fox-hole I expect you'd come and sniff in after me." Matlack stood and looked at her for a moment.
"I don't know any man but you," she said, "on whom I waste my words." "Is assertin' like persistin'?" inquired Mrs. Perkenpine at this point. "The two actions are somewhat alike," said Corona.
I'm goin' over there anyway, if he don't send a man to take Martin's place." "Peter Sadler!" ejaculated Mrs. Perkenpine, letting her tumbled newspaper fall into her lap. "He's a man that knows his own nater, and lets other people see it. He lives his own life, if anybody does. He's individdle down to the heels, and just look at him! He's the same as a king.
I don't want that wooden-headed Mrs. Perkenpine to cook for me." "How would you like me to do it?" asked the bishop, quickly. "That would be fine," said Clyde. "I will help, and we will set up house-keeping there again, and if Raybold doesn't choose to come and live in his own camp he can go wherever he pleases. I am not going to have him manage things for me.
He had left Arthur Raybold asleep at Camp Roy, but of the ladies and gentleman who were usually visible at the breakfast-hour at Camp Rob he saw no signs, and he approached Mrs. Perkenpine to inquire for Clyde. At his question the sturdy woman turned and smiled. It was a queer smile, reminding the bishop of the opening and shutting of a farm gate. "He's a one-er," said she.
Perkenpine, "I was told that if I didn't cook I'd be bounced. It isn't my individdlety to cook for outsiders, but it isn't my individdlety to be bounced, nuther, so I cooked. Is that bein' a hermick?" "You have it," cried Mr. Archibald, "you've not only found out what you are, but what you have to be. Your knowledge of yourself is perfect.
I am very much disappointed in her. She is not a companion at all for Margery; she never speaks to her; and, on the other hand, I should think you would wish she would never speak to you." "Well," said her husband, "that feeling did grow upon me somewhat this afternoon. Up to a certain point she is amusing." Here he was interrupted by Mrs. Perkenpine, who planted herself before him.
"I do declare," exclaimed Mrs. Archibald, "everything is in the newspapers! I did think that we might settle down here and enjoy ourselves without people talking about our reason for coming!" "You don't mean to say," cried Mrs. Perkenpine, now on her feet, "that you two elderly ones is the honey-mooners?" "Yes," said Mr.
He could not help smiling at the uncomfortable manner in which she was trying to make herself comfortable on those rough rocks. "I'll tell you what it is, Mrs. Perkenpine," he said, "you'll get yourself into the worst kind of a hole if you go off this way, leavin' everything at sixes and sevens behind you." "It's my nater," said she.
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